~Sebastian's POV~
Memories seemed to be suffocating the demon, old visions from his past life he repressed as a human surfacing before him. He tried not to focus on them, the thoughts too painful for him to acknowledge. He saw images of his time in the demonic realm, his past masters, and even fond memories of the delicious souls he had the opportunity to devour.
Finally, it was as if the records were beginning to run out, the end of this movie of his life coming to an end. That is, until it stopped on a singular memory. It was placed before the time of being the servant of Ciel Phantomhive, in the year of 1880. By this time, Ciel was five, so Sebastian was confused as to what was so interesting about this time. Thinking back on it, Sebastian had no memories of the short amount of time between being the servant of William Shakespeare and Ciel Phantomhive.
Out of pure curiosity, Sebastian focused on that one memory, the blank space within his record. It was as if the memory itself was burned away, charred and disintegrated into oblivion.
Sebastian could hear screams in the background, but none of them he could pick out. He felt his body stinging, despite it being numb, meaning that Ciel was in grave danger.
He desperately tried to break free from the records, wanting to save his master from whatever dangers were facing him. What if the boy was dying, and there was nothing that the demon could do? However, no matter how hard he struggled, he just couldn't break free from his nightmare.
As fear enveloped him as to what was beyond, Sebastian fell into the black abyss of the memory.
~Tamaki's POV~
Being tied up, lined up with fellow students, and gagged, was not at all how Tamaki expected to be spending his day.
He, Shieru, Kyoya, Mori, Honey, Kaoru, and Hikaru were in a line, with two members still unconscious, and two potentially injured. Saburo stood before them, with Mister Michaelis writhing in visible agony in the background. Saske was there to, smiling at the work we had completed by binding us this way.
Shieru was visibly shaking, sweat pouring from his temples. Tamaki was sure the stress of potentially losing his butler was overwhelming, and knowing that there was nothing he could do was painful for the president of the club. Kyoya seemed suspiciously calm, possibly trying to make sense of the situation and come up with a plan. Mori seemed tense, although as always his face didn't reveal too much emotion. Hikaru looked angry yet terrified at the same time, glaring at Saburo with pure hatred brimming in his amber eyes. Honey and Kaoru appeared to be sleeping. It seemed that they had it the easiest of them all.
Saburo smiled cruelly, analyzing the line of seven before him. Tamaki was wondering what the others were thinking. Would they all be executed? Would some absurd miracle occur to save them from whatever was coming? Tamaki was almost completely sure that the latter was not going to happen.
"Now," Saburo exclaimed, grinning wider. "Which of you should be the first to suffer my wrath?"
~Sebastian's POV~
To Sebastian's surprise, beyond the black was Japan.
It looked somewhat similar to what it did now, with bright colours all around, a brilliant contrast from dull London. He wondered why he would have been brought here. He was never in Japan before. That is, he didn't think he was.
He took a look around, and noticed a flash of red in the corner of his eye. Curious yet again, he followed it, wary of his surroundings.
Turning a corner, the sight managed to make even the near-emotionless demon stop in his tracks.
A small red-haired boy, probably a similar age to Ciel, was standing in front of a tall man dressed in black. Upon further inspection, Sebastian made a conclusion.
The boy was Saburo. The man…was…Sebastian…
